Chapter 228
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Alonso also felt the tremors under his feet. However, the towering observation tower in the middle of the city was too large and blocked the attack route. The catapults could not reach the city gates, and the tower was surrounded by raging flames. Alonso could not help but sigh. The Northland army's fireballs were indeed too powerful.
At this moment, there was another violent tremor. The battering ram hit the city gates again. Alonso frowned. He knew that the newly repaired bricks were not yet dry and could not withstand the heavy impact of the battering ram. He looked up at the top of the city walls again. The fireballs flying over the city walls seemed to have weakened. The Kingdom of Northland's catapults could not withstand the frequent attacks.
There was only one way now. He ordered, "Magic Crystal Cannons!"
At this moment, the Northland army below shouted again. The officer shouted, and a loud boom was heard. With a dull thud, everyone felt as though their hearts were about to explode. The city wall shook violently, and dozens of Delman soldiers lost their footing and fell into the flames. In an instant, their bodies were covered in flames, and even their heads were set ablaze. The surrounding Delman soldiers hurriedly pulled them over and beat them up. Even so, there were still dozens of people who were burned to death.
The Northland army cheered outside the city gates. The gate was already broken open. If they hit it again, the gate would break and the Northland army would rush into the city.
The situation was extremely dangerous, but Alonso was destined to change history. Just as the Northland army was cheering, three round black iron balls were thrown from the top of the city walls. They emitted white smoke and landed on the floor of the battering ram. The hundreds of Kingdom of Northland soldiers were scared out of their wits. They turned around and ran, but it was too late. One of the magic crystal cannons exploded violently, blowing hundreds of soldiers into the air. The other two cannons were blown away and landed in the crowd behind them. They exploded one after another, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
The floor of the battering ram was blown apart, and dozens of thick pillars were broken. The frame could no longer support the battering ram, which weighed tens of thousands of pounds, and collapsed. Iron chains flew everywhere, and the battering ram, which was ten feet in diameter and ten feet in length, fell down and smashed hundreds of Kingdom of Northland soldiers into meat paste.
The remaining survivors shouted and turned around to run. The collapse of the battering ram had turned the tide of the battle. The morale of the Northland army was low, and they did not want to fight anymore. King Gravel was shocked. He looked at the soldiers who were blown up by the Derman army. The army was no longer in formation, and almost half of the soldiers were gone. Blackstone Fort was still standing in the fire. He finally realized that he had committed a heinous crime.
"Retreat!"
He was so angry that he blacked out and fainted.
This was an extremely tragic battle. The two sides did not engage in close combat. Instead, they used their most violent weapons to attack each other. However, the casualties of the Kingdom of Northland far exceeded that of the Derman army. Although close to five thousand Derman soldiers were burned to death, the Northland army had lost more than fifteen thousand soldiers in just one morning. The Derman army had already fired more than two hundred magic crystal cannons.
The tragic siege of the first day finally came to an end. Alonso watched as the Northland army slowly retreated. He could clearly see that the morale of the Northland army was very low. They carried a large number of injured soldiers with them. There were at least ten thousand of them.
Alonso narrowed his eyes. His expression was complicated. No one knew what he was thinking.
The battle had ended. The Northland army retreated to their camp ten miles away. However, the stench of burnt corpses still lingered in the air. The Northland camp was full of injured Northland soldiers. Many of them died and were carried away. Many of them were poisoned, and their wounds were black and swollen with pus flowing out. The Northland army doctors were too busy to treat them. The soldiers could only deal with it themselves. They used knives to cut off the poisoned flesh, and some even chopped off their arms. Screams of pain rang out one after another, and morale was at an all-time low.
In the tent, King Gravel was lying on his bed with lifeless eyes. An officer was reporting to him the latest battle report. There were 19,000 soldiers who did not return from the battlefield. There were another 6,000 injured soldiers in the retreating army. There were many who died from their injuries, and the rest had lost their ability to fight.
In just half a day of battle, half of his army had been killed or injured. Although he had the upper hand on the surface, and the Derman army was unable to fight back against his kerosene bombs, in reality, he was the one who had suffered a crushing defeat.
King Gravel's heart was filled with pain. He suddenly felt something sweet in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. Several army doctors hurriedly helped him stop the bleeding.
King Gravel waved his hand and said in a weak voice, "Go and invite Khan Seru here!"
A guard went out and invited Khan Seru into the tent. Khan Seru's face was gloomy, and he did not say a word.
King Gravel sighed and said, "Khan Seru, I was wrong. I was too careless. I apologize!"
This was probably the first time in King Gravel's life that he had ever apologized. Seru looked up and sighed. "I'm actually not afraid of the Delman army's magic crystal cannons because our fireballs are no less powerful than them. What I'm afraid of is Alonso's tactics. I'm sure Your Highness has seen it with your own eyes. The Delman army actually has the same heavy weapons as us. If they had fired the magic crystal cannons at us from the start, we wouldn't even have had the chance to throw the fireballs. But they didn't. This is the terrifying part of Alonso's tactics. He would rather be in a passive position in order to lure our army in and then use the magic crystal cannons to kill our soldiers. This is Alonso's strategy, to annihilate our forces. Has Your Highness ever thought of the consequences?"
King Gravel lowered his head and did not say a word. Khan Seru glanced at him and said slowly, "I only thought it through later."
"But … But no matter what, we are no match for the Derman's magic crystal cannons. Their magic crystal cannons are too powerful." King Gravel's face was pale as he muttered to himself.
"No! I already said that the Derman army's magic crystal cannons are not powerful. It's Alonso's tactics that are more powerful. "
Khan Seru saw that King Gravel was still stubborn and only recognized the weapons. He couldn't help but feel bitter.
But now, what was done could not be undone. It was too late to say anything.
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